Freya’s POV
“Freya, I need to talk to you,” Grace said, knocking on the door once more.
Looking at Ezren sprawled out naked in my bed, I knew Grace couldn’t find him here. Especially after last night. She would never understand their arrangement.
I pulled in a breath, adjusted my robe making sure not a single bruise could be seen, and lifted my chin. Opening the door a crack, I peeked out at Grace’s almond shaped eyes. The brown of her eyes was a warm liquid chocolate.
They were also rimmed in red, she’d been crying. Guilt splashed over my skin like acid, and I tried not to squirm. I stepped out from behind the door and clicked it closed.
I guided her down the stairs. Making certain she was as far away from my room as possible. Taking her into the living room I made sure she couldn’t
